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Collection: Age of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel Preceeded by: Tributaries Black skycraft swept in though the shattered dome, two descended to the deck and the third remained to keep watch near the opening. “Why are they here?” whispered Lacea, slipping a dinner knife into the sleeve of her jacket. “Because I am here.’ offered Andrew, ‘You need to leave.” “What do we do?” asked Merc as he rose to his feet. “Make yourselves scarce, find cover” the Professor’s face turned grey, “do not let them find you.” Lacea nodded and taking Merc by the wrist sprinted behind the strange tree. No sooner had they ducked out of sight two figures dropped from the Resistance skycrafts and began to approach the Professor. |
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